"Swish—"
Stepping into the eleventh level checkpoint, Lu Yuan was slightly startled.
What appeared before him was a dim, intangible space, with murky mist flowing all around, creating an inexplicably oppressive atmosphere.
There was no ground beneath his feet, only the flowing mist, and Lu Yuan stood seemingly in the air.
The Gugu Bird, which had entered before him, was already nowhere to be seen. It's always like this; once it hides, even Lu Yuan can't find it—he can only wait for it to emerge on its own.
Although he entered with a "don't care" attitude.
When truly entering the eleventh layer, Lu Yuan's expression involuntarily became serious.
The Elephant God's panel silently lit up, and he entered the Asura Stance without a sound.
A menacing body with four heads and eight arms hovered in the void, fully immersed in the consciousness of slaughter and battle.
On Lu Yuan's body, about thirty of the tightly shut scars had already opened.
